...there's no way. Sorry Kiddo, but I don't wanna die.

     10 sin added...

     Hesitantly...you start to drain their precious, precious love. Hesitance turns to eagerness...and eagerness turns to gluttony. Your stomach screams out in joy.

     "Ooooh sweet CHRYSALIS, this is good..." it gushes in joy.

     The little filly laughs...and eventually starts to cry. The other children look on in confusion as the once-loving mother scolds her child.

     "You know what!? You don't even DESERVE dinner tonight! Just stay out there and play with your stupid friends, see if I care!" she spits at her daughter.

     "Fine!" the small filly sobs, "I didn't want your dumb food anyway, 'Mom'! Actually, I don't even need you! I'm moving in with Dad when I'm 18!"

     "Oh, you little-" the mother screams before she sees something in the alley you're hiding in.

    Boy, that was some good- wait, what does the line above this one say? The alley you're hiding in? Oh dear.

     "Changeling! Changeling!" the mother screams in horror.

     Suddenly, all eyes are on you...oh no, not good, not good, not g-GAK!

     The love you just sucked in is ripped from your body.

     "Get inside, Twist, HURRY!" the mother leaps out of the window and charges toward you, "You! You fowl, worthless little COCKROACH! You are NOT GOING TO HARM MY CHILD!"

     Before the angry mare can get to you, however, you fall on the ground limply.

     Her maternal instincts cut you like a knife. The sheer force of her love exiting your body stops all of your hearts.

     Er...perhaps this isn't the time, but the good news is that because of your death, the mother and child love each other even more. Heh.

The end

Later, in Tartarus...

     The lord of the dead rolls his eyes, "Eh...I thought you'd be SO much better than that, and yet..."

     "It's not my fault, if it wasn't for-" you try to persuade him of your innocence.

     "Oh give it a rest," he sighs, "not like you won't have another shot at this after your damnation...you died with 10 sin so you'll have 10 years of torture"

     You chuckle, "Could be worse"

     "Yeah...hey, by the way, maybe you should try this fanfic again," the narrator- er, I mean, the lord of the dead says (Clearly not shamelessly promoting his own fanfic. No. Definitely not), "if you wanna try a different monster, or just choose a different changeling path, click here"

     "Alternatively, if you want to go back to the chapter before this one, click here" he adds.

     "Really?" you raise an eyebrow.

     The lord of the dead blinks, "...what?"

     "Fourth walls are expensive, you know" you glare.

     He shrugs, "Meh, they can deduct it from my nonexistent salary..."